Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.